The owl swooped down from the sky, landing graciously near Ginny's plate and dangerously close to her sandwich. She stared at the bird and moved her plate farther from it, scowling. The bird merely cocked its head to the side, staring back. And playing dumb, if you asked Ginny. That owl shared many of Luna's characteristics, but lacked the charm of its owner.

"Looks like there are two letters," Hermione said at last, since Ginny wouldn't drop the staring contest with a flying creature. She was intent on winning it too.

The owl extended its leg lazily towards Hermione so she could untie the letters. After getting a little treat, Luna's pet flew away only breaking eye contact with Ginny when it was too far away to see her.

"I swear that owl hates me."

"From what I've seen the feeling is mutual," Harry teased.

"Yes," Ginny agreed. "Yes, it is. Now give me that letter."

The envelope was pearly white with two charmed phoenix drawings dancing around each other on it. Ginny knew Luna had drawn them herself. Ginny's name was written in emerald green in the most exquisite handwriting ever, and that was definitely not Luna's.

"That's fancy," Ron commented.

"Everything regarding the wedding comes in these envelopes. It was Rolf's mum's idea or something," Hermione said.

"Luna was none too pleased with it, but the woman is going to be her mother-in-law so she conceded," Ginny added.

Ginny broke the seal with the Scamander family crest on it, and pulled the letter from it. That letter was Luna's through and through. The parchment stained with ink from whatever Luna had been painting before writing the note, the careless handwriting slightly slanted to the right, and the little doodles on the margins of the page.

"What in God's name is that?" Hermione asked in a high pitched voice.

Ginny skimmed the letter to try and find what got Hermione so shocked.

Bla bla bla bridesmaids. Bla bla bla color code. Bla bla bla the fitting will be on the whatever. You don't have to wear the dress I chose if you don't want to, but keep in mind that all the bridesmaids should be wearing a Drake's Neck Green dress.

"Who is Drake and what is wrong with the poor man?" asked Ron, reading from over Hermione's shoulder.

"Do you think Drake is Malfoy?" Harry chimed in, copying Ron and reading from over Ginny's shoulder.

"What happened to his neck?"

"Maybe he wore his Slytherin scarf too tight and it became a part of him," Harry offered.

"Do you really think Malfoy would allow anyone to call him Drake?" Hermione said. "I know Luna is friendly with his girlfriend, but that's going too far."

"I wouldn't put past Luna to call Malfoy that. She's got a loose screw, that one," said Ron.

"Don't talk about my friend like that." Ginny smacked his arm. "I'm sure she has a good reason to call whoever she wants whatever she wants."

"Hm, Gin," Harry touched her arm, "the green necked dude is shining."

Ginny frowned at the letter confused. The words Drake's Neck Green really was emitting a low glow. She tapped her wand to it and it immediately released light green sparks. One of them went straight to the envelope, turning the boring pearly white a lovely shade of green. A duck appeared on the corner and swam happily across the paper.

"Oh, so that's what this is. Drake must be the duck," Harry pointed out.

"Why did she name her duck after Malfoy?" Ron asked, frowning.

"Can we drop the Malfoy thing, please? Luna knows more about creatures than we can ever dream of. Maybe it reminded her of him or something." Ginny tried to defend her friend.

"The good thing here is that it's a pretty color to wear and I'm glad her mother-in-law didn't choose salmon. I look horrible in it." Hermione shuddered.

"It clashes horribly with my hair," Ginny agreed. "Looks like we have a fitting to attend tomorrow."

Harry and Ron sniggered behind their hands. Ginny shot them a glare.

"Don't worry, you two. I'm sure she has something perfect planned for your outfit too."